Living Hell
Well, I told you I will tell you what happened at my dads. This is a long journal, so I will cut it.
Well it all started on Friday. You see, I had to go to my dads until Sunday, June 27. As you can clearly see, that didn't work out to nicely. Lol. Anyway, my dad doesn't have air conditioners or internet.... It sucks. It's like hell on a teenager. He had cable, but I cannot watch anything I like; like Hell's Kitchen, Glee, Hot in Cleavland, etc. He watches mostly Sci-Fi, or, Syfy, or however its spelt. Well I was sufferening and Sunday was Father's Day, and as an added bonus, it was also his birthday... so I had to be nice to him. Never, NEVER, will that happen again. I hate Father's day with a passion because of that man.So, we had to go to my grandmothers.Thank God she believes in the good that is the air conditioner. But it was as hot as hell for the rest of the day, and my dad burnt supper. Yum!... Monday cam by, and I had a sleepless night. It was horrible. And then we had to paint boards. Four 2x8. Double coated. It was so hot.And the light reflected into my eyes off the paint and I couldn't see a thing inside, Needless to say, Monday sucked, except harumikindle acting like Ke$Ha. It was funny. Tuesday wasn't much better. And to add to the punishment, my dad cannot cook, to save his life. At all. He cant grill. He cannot cook. He can't bake. I am superior to him. Anyway, music got me through that day, or I would've probably left that day. Wednesday was hot, heat index of 105. Meaning it was hot outside. It was hotter inside. Ok? I couldn't take the heat much linger, and harumikindle had heat stroke, and my dad didn't even notice. I had it with him then. I called my mom, because me and Jesse had been fighting. So, she called my dad, he told her to go to hell, and my mom is my guardian angel. So needless to say, that wasn't a vacation. That was hell. Thank you for reading.
Well it all started on Friday. You see, I had to go to my dads until Sunday, June 27. As you can clearly see, that didn't work out to nicely. Lol. Anyway, my dad doesn't have air conditioners or internet.... It sucks. It's like hell on a teenager. He had cable, but I cannot watch anything I like; like Hell's Kitchen, Glee, Hot in Cleavland, etc. He watches mostly Sci-Fi, or, Syfy, or however its spelt. Well I was sufferening and Sunday was Father's Day, and as an added bonus, it was also his birthday... so I had to be nice to him. Never, NEVER, will that happen again. I hate Father's day with a passion because of that man.So, we had to go to my grandmothers.Thank God she believes in the good that is the air conditioner. But it was as hot as hell for the rest of the day, and my dad burnt supper. Yum!... Monday cam by, and I had a sleepless night. It was horrible. And then we had to paint boards. Four 2x8. Double coated. It was so hot.And the light reflected into my eyes off the paint and I couldn't see a thing inside, Needless to say, Monday sucked, except harumikindle acting like Ke$Ha. It was funny. Tuesday wasn't much better. And to add to the punishment, my dad cannot cook, to save his life. At all. He cant grill. He cannot cook. He can't bake. I am superior to him. Anyway, music got me through that day, or I would've probably left that day. Wednesday was hot, heat index of 105. Meaning it was hot outside. It was hotter inside. Ok? I couldn't take the heat much linger, and harumikindle had heat stroke, and my dad didn't even notice. I had it with him then. I called my mom, because me and Jesse had been fighting. So, she called my dad, he told her to go to hell, and my mom is my guardian angel. So needless to say, that wasn't a vacation. That was hell. Thank you for reading.